You know, for being such an interesting looking Pokemon (land-shark!!!!), Gible has rather dry entries in the Pokedex.
In Process: Shuckle
On deck: Clamperl, Phanpy/Donphan
GIBLE
Pearl entry: It once lived in the tropics. To avoid the cold, it lives in caves warmed by geothermal heat.
Pokeballs were actually pretty comfortable, the young Gible considered. When she had first been caught by the boy trainer, she had mourned the loss of her warm and cozy nook in Wayward Cave. She had spent a considerable amount of time finding that homey nook and had to scare off another female to get it. It was a good spot to hide, then jump out at unwary Zubats. When discovered by the trainer, she had fought valiantly, destroying four balls before getting caught. Being under a trainer was not a life she had wanted.
However, now that she had taken a good look around, it might not be so bad. If she understood the science of quantum physics, she might have guessed that she was in a little pocket dimension all her own. As she didn’t know any kind of science, she noticed that she was now in a warm and sandy cave. It was so nice that she didn’t have to hide in a nook for warmth. There was a mysterious light that mimicked the day and night cycle. There was a small pool of clean water for drinking. And there were even Zubats ready to be hunted.
The Gible did notice that there was no exit to this cave and that the Zubats materialized out of nowhere. But why should she care? Everything she needed was right here. The Zubats did taste a bit off. If she could understand chemical and electrical interactions, she might have concluded that, by drawing energy from the storage unit, the ball was creating the appropriate nutritional intake for her in her little pocket dimension. But the science of this was imperfect, so the created food did not taste as well as real food. As it was, the Gible didn’t care so long as she had lunch.
It could get lonely, though. It was just her and her meals in this pocket dimensions. The meal Zubats did not speak, while the cave Zubats used to fight and cuss all the time. While her kind was normally solitary, they did socialize from time to time, with each other or other species of Pokemon. And the trainer that caught her had to be skilled. That deserved respect, a little at least.
And there were the old stories to think on. These stories stated that if a Pokemon was captured, she was to guard the trainer who caught her and help the trainer achieve his goal. As for any other trainer, it was left up to choice on whether to respect this trainer or not. Although, some rumors she heard were that humans had invented special cards that emitted differing auras. These auras had the power to make Pokemon stronger in some fashion or to make a Pokemon obedient.
Shaking her head, the Gible hoped that this trainer didn’t have one of those cards. She wouldn’t mind being obedient, but she would hate being forced to be obedient. If he did, she’d have to find some way to ignore him anyhow.
After some time of enjoying her new pocket dimension, there was a clicking sound. The Gible looked around, but couldn’t see the source of the click. While she searched, her vision became hazy. The cave vanished and she was dropped back into the real dimension. She landed on an icy road that had snowdrifts piled on either side.
She hollered in alarm, “<So cold, so cold!>” Her words came out as little white puffs in the frozen air. She looked around frantically for any source of heat.
“<Huh?>” her opponent Snorunt asked. “<It’s nice weather, that’s what it is.>”
“Okay Gible, show me what you can do,” the boy trainer ordered.
“<Too cold, too cold!>” she pleaded. She darted into the nearest snowpile. That was a mistake. It was cold, wet, and powdery, sending the top of the pile tumbling onto her back before she realized it. She scrambled back out and went to the feet of her trainer as the nearest heat source she could be positive about. “<I want my cave back!>”
“Huh?” The boy trainer seemed bewildered. “What’s up with you? You were so tough back in the cave.”
“<Cold is bad, cold is bad.>” She shivered.
The Snorunt tilted his triangular head. “<Why do you keep repeating things?>”
“<Sh-shocked and c-cold,>” she replied.
He looked up at his trainer. “<Do I have to fight her? That’d be unfair.>”
“I think your Pokemon is too cold out here,” the other trainer said. “You ought to spend some more time learning about it before using it in battle. Let’s put a hold on this for now.”
“But you said you’d fight me when I had enough Pokemon,” he replied in dismay.
“It seems you have more to learn.” He pressed a button on a Pokeball and recalled the Snorunt.
“<Be patient with your young trainer,>” he advised the Gible before vanishing.
“Aw rats,” the boy trainer said before recalling her.
The snowy road went hazy. In a short while, she was back in her warm and cozy cave. She sighed in relief. “<Ah, no cold here. Be patient, huh? I hope he doesn’t call me out into the cold again.>”
With that thought in mind, she settled into the sandy floor and went to sleep.
